Monday, August 8, 2011

It was on the lawn of a small white bungalow. By the road. There was a cardboard sign taped to it, with the word "FREE" written on it. We passed it a couple of times one weekend and decided that if we saw it again on our way back that we'd load it into the car and take it home with us.

And that's how it ended up in our house. And that's when everything started - the sounds, the whispering. The smell. We discussed throwing it out or burning it in the yard in our fire pit. But I think we both knew that it would only make things worse.

So we're going to put it out on the lawn.
With a sign.
Just like they did.

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I have a silver quarter that I got as change, that I feel the same way about... I'm afraid that if I pass it on I'll pass the bad luck on to someone else. I have even thought of burying it in a church grave yard... any suggestions??

We actually got a wool blanket once at the thrift store, subtle frontier kinda look to it, very warm, but my partner swore of bad dreams every time that blanket was used... and it fell into disuse. At some point it was given to the goodwill (even though we discussed not passing it on) but I think we laughed at ourselves and donated it anyway.

By the way, the word "hex" is in my word verification below... now that is odd...